Ron opened his eyes, his head still hurting a bit. The morning sun was trying to peek through the curtains Negan had shut.
"Negan?" Ron whispered, not sure if he was still there due to how dark it was inside.
No response.
He must be gone. Or asleep.
Ron sat up, turning on the light by the bed.
The room was empty.
"Hey Ronnie, are you awake?" Negan asked over the radio.
"Yeah. Where did you go?" Ron said, getting out of the bed
Negan laughed. "I can't spoil the surprise. Get down here. You have got to see this!" He exclaimed excitedly.
"Um.. ok. I'll be there in a minute." Ron said calmly, not sure what this was about.
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Ron opened the door from inside the stairwell, entering the main room. Everyone was gathered around, and Amber was crying. It must be time for marks ironing, Ron figured.
"What's going on?" Ron asked, pushing through the crowd.
"Ron! You're here! Say hello to our guest!" Negan exclaimed, obviously over the moon.
Carl was stood behind Negan, looking at Ron like he could fix this.
"What the fuck!?" Ron said in surprise, not able to stop himself.
"I know I know! I felt the same. Apparently Simon found him lurking around the perimeter. So I decided to give him a tour of our home. He also just happened to be lucky enough to be here for this!" Negan said, gesturing to Mark tied to the chair once again.
He was going to iron Mark in front of Carl. Fuck.
Ron was silent, at a loss for words.
"Oh, are you ok? Your head?" Negan said quietly now, not wanting to be loud just in case.
"It hurts some, but I'm ok." Ron replied, still looking at Carl.
"Ok good. Let's get this over with then." Negan said, putting on a glove so he could pick up the iron.
Carl and Ron watched as Mark screamed in pain, eventually passing out. Both boys stayed quite and tried not to look at each other too much.
"Ok. Doc, go ahead and do your thing. Ron, do you have your gun?" Negan said, turning to look at him.
"Yeah." Ron said quietly, still in shock.
"Great! Can you take Ricks one eyed pride up to my room? I wanna clean up first." Negan said, referring to how he hadn't had the chance in the morning due to Carl.
"Ok. Let's go." Ron said, pretending to be rough with Carl.
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"Are you ok? Did you have another headache?" Carl asked softly once they were going up the stairs.
"I did, but I'm ok. Why are you here?" Ron said, trying to keep his cool.
"I just wanted to see where you lived. But that guy with the mustache saw me. I'm sorry." Carl said, reaching to hold Ron's hand.
"We can't. I don't want anyone to see." Ron said quietly, moving his hand away from Carls.
"Ok." Carl whispered in a sad tone that hurt Ron's heart.
"Come on. It's this way." Ron said, opening the door to the hallway.
The two walked into Negans room, Carl taking in his new surroundings.
"What are we going to do?" Carl finally said, looking at his boyfriend.
"Sweetie, there's not much that I can do. We just have to hope he lets you go soon. But I won't let him hurt you. I promise." Ron said gently, pushing Carls hair out of his face.
"I know. I'm sorry." Carl said again, feeling he had royally fucked up.
"It's ok. Once you get out of here, don't come back. Ever." Ron said, knowing Negan rarely gives second chances.
"Ok. I won't." Carl said, looking down.
"Hey, you'll be ok. He might be really fucking mean, but he won't hurt you." Ron said, kissing Carls lips.
"How do like my room Carl? I know the decorations could be better, but I try my best." Negan said, entering the room and luckily not seeing them kiss.
"It looks like you tried to turn a factory into a home." Carl said sarcastically.
Ron sighed. Keeping him out of trouble wasn't going to be easy.
"Well god damn. Aren't you a genius? You should see Ronnie's room. At least I tried a little bit." Negan said, teasing Ron.
"There's nothing wrong with my room." Ron claimed, Carl still standing by him.
"Ok kid. Carl, take a seat. Ron, you can go." Negan said, shooing Ron with his hand.
"But I-" Ron tried to argue.
"Go." Negan demanded, pointing at the door.
Ron bit his tongue, leaving the room.
Negan sighed, looking at Carl with a smile.
"He never wants to be away from me. It's kinda creepy." Negan joked, gesturing to the door Ron had just used.
"I bet." Carl said, knowing it was him Ron wanted to be with.
"The kid loves me. I think he really looked up to me, you know." Negan said with a big smile.
"I'm sure he does. Who wouldn't?" Carl said sarcastically.
"Was that a joke? I can't tell. I'm only getting half of your emotions because, well, you're missing an eye." Negan said, looking at his bandage.
"It was. I'm confident he doesn't look up to you." Carl said, feeling angry.
"Well I'm confident he does. And I think I know him better than you." Negan stated, not knowing how wrong he was.
Carl said nothing, not wanting to get himself or Ron in trouble.
"So, tell me. What happened to your eye?" Negan changed the topic.
"I got shot." Carl said quietly, not wanting to discuss this.
"Wow. You got shot in the head and Ronnie got bit. And you're both still kicking? That's fucking cool. Who shot you?" Negan said, finding similarities in the two.
"It was just an accident." Carl said, trying not to remember that night.
"An accident? How do accidentally shoot someone in the head?" Negan said, not believing this.
"He wasn't trying to hurt me!" Carl exclaimed, wiping the tears off his face.
"He? Who was it? Rick?!" Negan asked, thinking that would be a plot twist.
"No. He's.. he's dead." Carl lied, although he once believed it.
"Rick kill him? I would have." Negan said, imagining if someone had done that to Ron.
"No." Carl said quietly.
"Well what happened to him?" Negan said, wanting the story.
"Walkers." Carl said.
"Ok then. That's enough about him. I wanna see it. It's like talking to a birthday gift." Negan said, leaning back.
"No." Carl said.
"No? You don't tell me no. I want to see your eye. Take off the bandage." Negan demanded, getting angry.
Carl sighed. It was probably for the best that he listened.
"Christ, that is disgusting, no wonder you cover that up!" Negan exclaimed, excited to see it.
Carl started to cry more now.
Negan sighed. "I'm sorry. It's easy to forget you're just a kid. I think it looks awesome. I don't know what the girls would say though. Unless you don't like girls. Ron has to remind me that not every does." Negan said, feeling bad for making him cry.
Carl didn't say anything.
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Ron left the room and stood outside the door, trying to listen in.
He paced some, not able to hear anything.
"He wasn't trying to hurt me!" He heard Carl say through the wall.
Were they talking about him? He wasn't sure, and couldn't here anything else.
"Hey. Is Negan in there? He forgot this downstairs. Thought I'd bring it back." Fat Joey asked, Lucille in his hands.
"Yes. Give me that." Ron said, taking the bat. He wanted to know what was going on in there.
"Ok man sheesh." Joey said, surprised by his actions.
Ron opened the door, not bothering to knock.
Carl was crying, and Negan actually looked like he felt bad.
"You forgot this." Ron said softly, looking at Carl.
It was taking everything in him not to comfort his boyfriend.
"Thank you." Negan said, reaching his hand out for the bat.
Ron handed him Lucille, still looking at Carl.
"You can go now." Negan said calmly.
"Uh.. yeah. Ok." Ron whispered, leaving the room once again.
"I told you. Obsessed with me." Negan said, smiling again.
"So, what's your favorite song?" Negan asked, getting up.
"I don't know." Carl lied, not wanting to talk.
"You sure? You like to sing?" Negan said, Lucille in his hand.
"No." Carl replied honestly.
"I bet you do. Sing me a song!" Negan exclaimed excitedly.
"I don't know any." Carl lied again, embarrassed to sing.
"Oh I'm sure you do. Not even one song? Your dad didn't play music in the car? Your mom never sang anything to you? Bullshit." Negan called him out on his lie.
He sat in silence for a moment.
"Sing!" Negan demanded, now practicing swinging Lucille.
"I.. you are my sunshine, my only sunshine." Carl said weakly, jumping when Lucille got too close.
"Keep going. Only thing Lucille loves more than bashing in a few heads is being sung to." Negan said, a smile on his face.
"You make me happy when skies are grey." Carl continued the song Lori used to sing to him.
"Ok. You've made Lucille's day! I'll take you home now." Negan said, patting Carls shoulder.
"Really?" Carl asked, not believing him.
"Really. Come on. I'm sure ricks not happy." Negan said, honestly excited to tell Rick about today.
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This kinda sucked sorry jaja
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☆ All the Stars ☆ (rarl)
Fanfiction☆ 2 years ago, Alexandria was overrun with walkers. Ron watched his family be torn apart. And when he saw a walker coming towards Carl, the love of Ron's life, he pulled Out his gun to shoot the walker. But Ron had little experience with guns, and m...
